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FIFTY TWO
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Divorced My Husband And Found Love SIXTY
Naomi's povAt night the house was quiet. Everyone had drifted off to their rooms hours ago. The hall lights were dim, and the fire in the lounge had long gone out. My bare feet barely made a sound on the wood floors as I moved down the hallway, heart thudding a little faster with each step. I held my breath out of the fear of someone hearing the loud thudding of my heartbeat.Jace’s room was the first one at the beginning of the hallway, he claimed he had chosen it for security reasons. The door wasn’t unlocked when I twisted the knob. Like he had been waiting for me. I paused for a moment outside, fingers hovering just above the frame. A dozen voices in my head whispered ‘don’t do it’. But one murmured ‘go’.I pushed it open slowly, just enough to slide inside, and then eased it shut behind me, the latch clicking with a sound that felt deafening in the dark.He was waiting for me. He hadn’t bothered with a lamp, but the sliver of moonlight filtering past the heavy curtain was enoug
Divorced My Husband And Found Love FIFTY NINE
Naomi’s pov“I know,” I said. “And I wouldn’t ask if it didn’t matter. I just… I need time. To figure it out. To figure us out.”The word hung there like something fragile that could shatter with the wrong breath.For a moment, Priscilla didn’t answer. Then she sighed again, softer this time, and stepped closer. “Okay,” she said finally. “I won’t tell anyone. Not until you’re ready.”The relief that washed through me was so sharp it almost hurt. “Thank you,” I whispered.“Don’t thank me yet,” she replied. “Just… be careful, okay? Whatever this is, make sure it doesn’t destroy you.”I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I could promise that.She gave a faint, tired smile. “You always did fall too hard.”I tried to smile back, but it felt weak. “Yeah. Guess I still do.”We stood there for another minute, the quiet stretching between us but no longer suffocating. The worst part, the being caught, had already happened, and somehow, it hadn’t broken everything. Not yet.Priscilla finally push
Divorced My Husband And Found Love FIFTY EIGHT
Naomi’s povJace muttered that he’d give us a minute and slipped out of the room quietly. The soft click of the door closing seemed to echo forever. For a long, suspended heartbeat, I just stood there staring at the space he’d left behind. My pulse hadn’t slowed, instead it thudded painfully against my ribs, every breath catching on the memory of his touch. Then I turned toward Priscilla.She was still by the doorway, frozen in place. Her face was pale, her mouth slightly open, eyes flicking between me and the half-closed door as if trying to make sense of what she’d just seen. The silence was suffocating.“Pris…” My voice broke halfway through her name. I didn’t even know what I meant to say after it.She blinked, finally moving her hand to the doorknob and letting out a shaky breath. “Naomi, what…” She stopped, pressing her lips together, clearly unsure which question to ask first. “What the hell was that?”I wanted to answer. I wanted to come up with something that would make sen
Divorced My Husband And Found Love FIFTY SEVEN
Naomi's povBy afternoon, the sun grew hotter, the sand almost burning under our feet. I felt drained, partly from the heat, partly from the weight of pretending.My pretense had reached its breaking point. I needed air, and I needed to get away from the group.“Okay, my head is throbbing,” I said, walking out of the surf and grabbing my towel. “I think the sun is actively trying to melt my brain.”“Already?” Sarah complained. “But the water’s perfect now!”“Yeah, I’m done. I need a break and some AC and maybe a nap before we attempt dinner. I’m going to walk back.”“Already?” Sarah asked, squinting at me.“Yeah, just tired.“You sure?” Priscilla asked, squinting up at me.“Totally sure. See you guys later.”I gathered my things and as I turned to leave, I caught Jace’s gaze again. He didn’t say anything, just watched me go. I told myself it was nothing, that I was imagining it. But a few minutes later, when I reached the house, I heard footsteps behind me.He’d followed.“Hey.”“Th
Divorced My Husband And Found Love FIFTY SIX
Naomi’s povWhen I woke up the next morning, the first thing I felt wasn't residual hangover from the party, but a cold, heavy chunk of dread. It was painfully awkward, sitting right in the pit of my stomach, a churning mixture of shock, exhilaration, and deep, profound guilt.I woke up earlier than usual, though it felt like I hadn’t really slept at all. The sheets were twisted around my legs, and the air still smelled faintly of him. For a few seconds, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to steady my breath, pretending that if I stayed still long enough, maybe everything that had happened last night would stop being real.Then I noticed he wasn’t beside me.Jace was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed with his back to me. The early sunlight cut through the curtains, tracing gold along his shoulders. When he turned, our eyes met. His expression was calm in that quiet way that made my pulse race faster. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead, soft and
Divorced My Husband And Found Love FIFTY FIVE
Naomi’s POVMy heart hammered against my ribs, making the bone ache. Forget the shower. My body was screaming at me to run, but my feet were already moving, a strange, excited numbness overcoming my limbs. I grabbed a robe and crossed the room in three steps.I didn’t ask who it was. I just slid the bolt back, turned the handle, and pulled the door open.He was standing there, leaning against the frame like he’d been trying to decide whether to knock again or just leave.He hadn’t changed clothes, but he looked like he’d been fighting his way through a crowd—or perhaps, wrestling with himself. His usually laidback hair was slightly messy, falling forward across his forehead like he’d run a frustrated hand through it a hundred times. The top buttons of his shirt were undone. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, veins running down his forearms. He looked rugged, agitated, and utterly exhausted.For a moment, neither of us said anything.“Hey,” I whispered, my voice catching halfway
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